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At this time, the loudspeaker hanging on the wall began to scream again——

"The closing ceremony of the 38th sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School in City A has officially begun!"

"Next, coming to us is Class One and One of Senior One. They are heroic and energetic..."

The so-called closing ceremony of the sports meeting is actually no different from the opening ceremony, that is, each class forms two teams, walks around the playground according to the order of grade and class, and the announcer will say a few old-fashioned introductions.

The introduction may even be exactly the same as what was said in the opening ceremony, except that the class described has changed, or it was used in the last sports meeting, and it is read again now, and recycling is more environmentally friendly.

Then, Song Boyang saw Zhou Chiyu move and stood behind him.

If he was standing in front of me, I might just take this opportunity to observe whether there is a unique omega gland on the back of his neck, and then I can determine his companion gender.

This thought flashed through Song Boyang's heart, and he was soon strangled to death in the cradle.

Because it's bad manners to stare at the nape of a classmate, no matter what the partner's gender is.

Maybe the students all had a quick fix mentality for this session, so they walked very quickly, and it didn't take long before it was the turn of the main venue of Class [-], Senior [-].

Song Boyang followed the team and walked around at lightning speed, and returned to the turf after a few minutes.

The headmaster is about to speak next.

If not as expected by Song Boyang, the principal who advocates green environmental protection will also give full play to the spirit of recycling, so the first thing he said will be——

Song Boyang said silently in his heart: In this season of sweet osmanthus fragrance...

At the same time, in the leadership seat in the middle of the auditorium, the principal spoke generously: "In this season of fragrant osmanthus—"

Sure enough, word for word was correct, Song Boyang lowered his head and laughed a few times to entertain himself.

The principal's loud voice came through the inferior microphone, with rustling noises, "Our school ushered in the 38th sports meeting..."

Suddenly a hand behind him patted his shoulder, and Song Boyang turned his head suspiciously.

Zhou Chiyu was pinching a card with his right hand. Due to some force, the outermost ring of the nail cover was whitish, and the area near the joint was light pink. He said softly, "Your campus card has been dropped."

Song Boyang was taken aback.

He looked down, and saw a photo printed on the upper right corner of the card. It was himself in the first year of high school with an inch-shaved head, smiling heartlessly, and a little silly, probably someone who hadn't taken high school science yet. devastated.

Fortunately, because of the age, the picture quality is blurred, and the color of the edges has faded a bit. At first glance, the facial features are correct, and it still looks decent—if you don’t talk about the fact that eight teeth are exposed in the ID photo.

"Thank you!" Song Boyang took it and thanked him earnestly.

Zhou Chiyu said in a low voice, "You're welcome."

When Song Boyang's thumb and the other four fingers held the other end of the card, Zhou Chiyu hadn't let go. At that moment, the skin colors of the two formed a sharp contrast.

Song Boyang is not dark, and belongs to normal skin color. He has a body that is easy to tan and white. In winter, he can even stand out a little white in the class photo, but in summer, the sun is bright, In addition, he likes to exercise, so he will bask in the outstanding whites raised in winter.

Song Boyang absently put the campus card back into his school uniform pocket, while secretly sighing.

He is so white.

Or... am I too dark?

After much deliberation, Song Boyang, who couldn't come up with a definite answer, decided to use practice to find out the truth. He stretched out a hand, clenched it into a fist, and put the back of his hand on the back of Jun Jiang's neck in front of him to compare. right.

I'm not black either.

In the middle of the audience, the principal was still giving a speech, and the long closing speech that became the background sound finally came to an end.

"I declare that the 38th sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School in City A has come to a successful conclusion!"

At that moment, the entire playground exploded with a bang, and the repressed nature of the students was finally released, and they could speak freely, yell, and jump around.

This is called the last carnival before the monthly exam results are released in the evening self-study.

Jiang Jun turned around and complained to Song Boyang, "Hey! Why is it going to be late for self-study again! I have to get grades again! I really don't want to go to class! I just want to hold a sports meeting every day!"

Song Boyang shook his head, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said in a heartfelt tone, "Heaven will send you a great mission, so you must first work hard on your heart and muscles. Jiang, hold on, you endure it a little longer, and then-- "

He suddenly withdrew his paw on the opponent's shoulder, jumped half a step back, and raised his lips with a smile, "Then the midterm exam is coming."

"Song Boyang!" Jiang Junqi's glasses were crooked, and he tried to hit him.

Song Boyang laughed and dodged sideways, successfully making the opponent's anger nowhere to vent.

"Okay, stop making trouble, stop making trouble." Song Boyang restrained his smile, and told the other party seriously, "Don't be afraid, I didn't pass the monthly exam this time, and I probably will fall into the second exam room."

The examination room of each monthly examination in A is ranked according to the grade. The top [-] sit in the first examination room, and so on. Song Boyang said that he might go back to the second examination room, which means that he will fall to the third this time. Ten left.

Jiang Jun was shocked for a while, "Fuck! It's true!"

"I didn't do well in the exam. There was a big physics question that I didn't consider one condition. Then I asked around, and it was exactly as I expected. I forgot to think about it. I'm so stupid, really, so the first exam room It should be out of play."

The sentence was regretful, but the tone was not regrettable. Song Boyang continued, "Ranking is something outside of the body, understand? It's not an important exam. If it doesn't work this time, then try harder next time."

Jiang Jun lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I may also be the second examination room this time. Then we will be brothers and sisters next month."

Song Boyang raised his eyebrows, "What if you enter the top [-] this time? Brother Jiang, you don't need to cry about your grades in front of me."

The two walked out of the playground while chatting.

Before walking a few steps, Song Boyang suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him again.

Song Boyang turned around, "What's the matter?"

His eyes skipped over the playground grass that was dyed red by the setting sun under the boundless blue sky, and finally stopped on Zhou Chiyu, and the two looked at each other three steps away.

Zhou Chiyu pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Song Boyang, can you help me move the table and bench back to the classroom?"

At this time, let’s talk about the rudimentary gymnasium in A. The so-called auditorium in the gymnasium is just many steps made of cement, and there are no benches, let alone tables.

So before the start of the sports meeting, each class would send a few male students to move the desks and chairs in the class to the gymnasium.

Zhou Chiyu is a sports committee member, so he is fully responsible for this matter.

The second and first class of senior high school is on the fifth floor, which is also the highest floor. It takes a lot of effort to move the desks and benches down. When we move down, everyone is immersed in the joy of the sports meeting, so they are very active.

When it was time to move back, some people were exhausted because of the competitions, some were downcast because of the upcoming learning tasks, and some were simply too happy to win the prize and forgot.

Like Song Boyang.

If Zhou Chiyu hadn't called him to stop him, he would have almost forgotten about it.

"Okay." Song Baiyang grabbed Jiang Jun's arm when he heard the words, and said to Jiang Jun, "You also stay and move things together."

Song Boyang thought for a while and asked again: "There are only three of us, is that enough?"

"Three people may not be able to move all at once."

"I actually found three classmates this afternoon and asked them to move the tables and chairs with me at the end. However, one of them did not attend the closing ceremony and left early for something."

Zhou Chiyu glanced around, "There are two other students standing at the front of the line during the closing ceremony, and I can't see them now. I thought they would stay and wait for me at the same place, but It looks like they forgot."

"Then I'll find another person for you." Song Boyang didn't wait for Zhou Chiyu's answer, and rushed out like a sword that had left the string. He quickly and accurately locked the target and grabbed the arm of a certain classmate. , leaned forward and said a few words, and then the classmate walked back with him.

There are two tables and five benches in the auditorium base of Class One, Senior Two.

Jiang Jun and the classmate who was temporarily called by Song Boyang to save the scene each had a bench in each hand.

Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu each moved a table.

Not surprisingly, there was an extra bench. Seeing this, Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu looked at each other in blank dismay.

If I had known that I would have asked one more person to stay, Song Boyang thought so, but what he said was, "Why don't I come? I'll put the bench upside down on the table and move it back together."

Zhou Chiyu frowned slightly and asked, "Will this be too heavy?"

Song Boyang grinned, showing a row of white teeth, "Trust me, I can."

Taking a deep breath, he first lifted the table off the ground, and then Song Boyang asked Jiang Jun to put the bench on the table. The moment Jiang Jun let go, Song Boyang's figure trembled.

He cursed in his heart, shit!Why is it so heavy!

But Song Boyang, who is "one of the alphas with the best physical fitness in our school" as Mr. Jiang said, would never allow himself to admit defeat in front of his new classmates, because it involves a boy's dignity.

The two students with the benches in their hands quickly disappeared. Because of the ease, the other two students who were about to move the table were still walking side by side on the road.

Song Boyang dawdled forward in small steps. Because he was afraid that the table would slip off the table, he had to lean back slightly. This seriously affected his center of gravity, and finally affected his speed.

During the period, in order to divert attention, Song Boyang also pretended to chat casually with the other party, but in fact, the back molars were secretly ground because of the excessive force of the arm, "Jiang Jun said before that you came to me, is it because you moved the table and chairs?" matter?"

Zhou Chiyu nodded, "Yes."

"When is it, is it noon?"

"About two o'clock in the afternoon."

Song Boyang began to recall, "At that time, I should be discussing the 4×100 field strategy with three other players, so I was not in the auditorium of our class."

Zhou Chiyu: "Yes."

Song Boyang turned his head again, looked into Zhou Chiyu's eyes and said enthusiastically: "Anyway, if you need any help in the future, you can come to me!"

However, Zhou Chiyu's gaze fell on Song Boyang's precariously suspended table, with a nervous expression on his face, "The bench is about to fall."

"Fuck!"

Song Boyang reacted suddenly, he couldn't stabilize it by force, so he had to put the table and the bench on the ground in time before the bench fell.

Very good, this is a complete failure to install B.

Song Boyang simply smashed the jar, and did not pretend to be calm and relaxed. He tried his best to shake his two pantothenic arms, and then leaned against the table to rest on the spot.

The people beside him didn't speak, instead they stopped and put the table on the concrete floor. Both of them were quiet. Song Boyang took a few breaths, thinking that Zhou Chiyu was too tired to move. Yes, it doesn't make him feel so ashamed.

Song Boyang turned his head during the break, but unexpectedly found that the other party seemed to be standing calmly. Compared with his exhausted self, he didn't seem to be resting.

He's not...waiting for me, is he?

A weird idea came out of his mind, and it made some sense in the current situation, so Song Boyang said, "If you are in a hurry, you can go first."

Zhou Chiyu lowered his eyes, "It's okay, I'll wait for you."